Intimate Apparel Quotes

How to care for intimate apparel? Treat your bras like you’d want a partner to handle your breasts: with kindness and a gentle touch.

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where’er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe’er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. —But there’s a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look’d upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

Their attention was caught by the increasingly animated conversation between Beatrix and Annandale. “…I can climb a tree as well as any of the Ramsay estate woodsmen,” Beatrix was telling him. “I don’t believe you,” the earl declared, tremendously entertained. “Oh, yes. Off with the skirts, off with the corset, I put on a pair of breeches, and--” “Beatrix,” Audrey interrupted, before this scandalous discussion of intimate apparel progressed any further. “I just caught a glimpse of Poppy in the next room. It’s been ages since I’ve seen her. And I’ve never been introduced to her husband.” “Oh.” Reluctantly Beatrix turned her attention away from Annandale. “Shall I take you to them?” “Yes.” Audrey seized her arm. Annandale looked disgruntled, his black brows lowering as Audrey propelled Beatrix away. Christopher bit back a grin. “What do you think of her?” he asked. Annandale replied without hesitation. “I would marry her myself, were I five years younger.” “Five?” Christopher repeated skeptically. “Ten, damn you.” But a slight smile had appeared on the earl’s time-weathered face. “I commend you on your choice. She’s a spirited girl. Fearless. Lovely in her own way, and with her charm she has no need of true beauty. You’ll need to keep a firm hand on the reins, but the trouble will be worth it.” He paused, looking wistful. “Once you’ve had a woman like that, you can never be content with the ordinary kind.” Christopher had been about to argue over the question of Beatrix’s beauty, which in his opinion was unequaled.

Their attention was caught by the increasingly animated conversation between Beatrix and Annandale. “…I can climb a tree as well as any of the Ramsay estate woodsmen,” Beatrix was telling him. “I don’t believe you,” the earl declared, tremendously entertained. “Oh, yes. Off with the skirts, off with the corset, I put on a pair of breeches, and--” “Beatrix,” Audrey interrupted, before this scandalous discussion of intimate apparel progressed any further. “I just caught a glimpse of Poppy in the next room. It’s been ages since I’ve seen her. And I’ve never been introduced to her husband.” “Oh.” Reluctantly Beatrix turned her attention away from Annandale. “Shall I take you to them?” “Yes.” Audrey seized her arm.

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe’er I may, By night or day. The things which I have seen I now can see no more. . . . Ye blessèd creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother’s arm:— I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! —But there’s a Tree, of many, one, A single field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone; The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? —William Wordsworth, “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

Perhaps it was my tiredness talking, but didn’t people caught out in their intimate apparel have some kind of obligation to be wearing something silly or embarrassing? Hearts or rubber duck print, or perhaps a giant smiley face? Alas, no such luck.